22/06/2025
In Memory of Buttons
Born circa 2011 ~ June 22, 2025.
I meant to cut some trees today,
Instead I dug a grave.
The saw sat still, the morning hushed—
No strength was mine to save.
The earth received what once had breathed
With elegance and grace.
You were a fawn beneath the trees,
A prince with no demands—
A quiet eye, a thoughtful turn,
The world within your hands.
You sought the shade, the wind, the hush,
More sage than we could be.
No cries, no calls, no clumsy needs,
You asked so little here.
But all the grass remembers you,
Each shadow holds you near.
The sun now casts a softer gold
Where once you used to lie.
I never knew what stirred your soul,
What silence meant to you.
You watched us as the seasons passed,
And somehow, always knew.
I see you still, a stiller thing
Than grief can quite contain.
I meant to prune and shape the day—
Instead I bow and weep.
The branches waved their long goodbyes,
The green'S secret keeps
That though your body is no more
Buttons softly sleeps.
